William walked into the laboratory, and as the door slowly closed, he keenly felt that the magic around him had changed.

The magic of the room seems to form an enchantment, which must be a large protective circle. William thought to himself.

The room was a little unbelievably spacious, obviously enchanted with a very clever Traceless Stretching Spell, and there were several large bookshelves inside, and in addition to a few large long tables, there were several operating tables, and some messy instruments, and I don't know what they were for.

"Whirlwind Sweep!"

The Duke waved his wand, activated several circles carved around the walls, and dusted up the room.

"I haven't used this place for many years, and you still don't want to read those books, they don't suit you now." He noticed that William wanted to go to the shelves and take down a few books, and he stopped him.

"Now you can take that crown out and throw it here." He pointed to a clearing and said to William.

"Yes, father."

William took out the Ravenclaw Crown, which had been made into a Horcrux by Voldemort, from the magic bag and quickly threw it in the place his father had said.

After a few days of non-existence, the soul inside seemed to have recovered a lot. A figure shrouded in black mist jerked out of the crown and slammed into William.

William could feel that the temperature in the air had dropped a few points.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!"

William heard his father snort coldly, and with a wave of his wand, he activated the defensive circle in the room.

Many magical inscriptions have sprung up on the originally empty ground. Voldemort's soul seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, and was firmly confined to the center of the circle.

This magic inscription looks so familiar, as if I have seen something similar on the carriage.

William was still in the mood to study the magic inscriptions that suddenly appeared on the ground, but think about it, after all, his father was beside him, and a broken soul was really no threat.

Voldemort's soul roared angrily, and William was surprised to find that the roar that could have made his heart tremble was useless in this laboratory.

Is the circle so powerful?

Originally, since the last time he used the protective magic array given by his father to transfer the crown and almost had a problem, William has always had a useless mentality about the magic array, after all, he almost got a box lunch because he believed in the magic array too much.

"This is a soul-binding circle specially designed to imprison souls." The Duke looked at the souls trapped in the circle and explained to William.

"If you've ever seen a normal, kind soul, you'll see that the soul should be silvery white and have a sense of serenity when you gaze.

But you look at this soul, the evil undisguised. This soul has completely fallen into the arms of darkness, and it is really, quite rare! The Duke's eyes lit up a little as he said this.

"You know what, William? Most wizards, in the process of falling into darkness, can't stand the evil whispers from the darkness, and eventually completely become a madman who has completely lost his mind.

But this dark wizard is indeed a genius, and he would actually think of splitting the part of his soul that has become crazy and making it into a Horcrux to bring himself back to his senses. What a bold idea! ”

So that's it! No wonder, I don't think this soul is as wise as the one in the notebook, you must know that the notebook can even tempt little girls to sin.

And this soul is like a crazy unconscious beast.

"Come on, let me strip him from the crown, such a soul will be very good research material." The Duke waved his hand excitedly, and he motioned for William to stand farther away.

He waved his wand and chanted a strange and awkward spell, the spell was very long, it was supposed to be a pure ancient magic, because modern magic had greatly reduced the length of the spell for practical reasons.

I don't know where my father learned this.

William sounded very strange anyway, because he couldn't understand a word, and he couldn't even guess what kind of language it was. He could only feel that the air around him seemed to freeze as his father recited the incantation.

William looked towards the middle of the magic circle, and he could vaguely see a pair of large transparent silver hands, pulling at Voldemort's soul.

The Duke controlled his wand and pulled Voldemort's soul out of the crown little by little, and he easily tore apart the black mist that protected the soul, revealing the soul that roared wildly inside.

However, Voldemort's wrath was useless, and his soul was constantly pulled out as the spell was cast, and the Duke controlled the mad soul with his wand, placing him in another soulbinding circle on the side.

"Alright, you can come here." He waved his hand at William.

"Is it already over? What kind of spell was that? William was a little curious, he didn't expect his father's efficiency to be quite high.

"Of course, it will take a lot of effort to deal with a broken soul."

The duke looked a little proud, and he was very happy to be able to show his skills in front of his excellent son.

"This spell is specifically designed to separate souls, but it's better not to know about it now, because it's too dangerous." He then explained the spell he had just cast.

"It's an ancient spell, and I discovered it by chance. William, you'll understand later, it's not good to know some things too early. ”

"Well, I'm just a little curious anyway, what about this crown, I have no problem holding it now, right?"

"No, but this crown is now completely damaged, it may have been damaged during Voldemort's Horcrux making, and it was just damaged a second time under my spell."

Hearing this, William hurriedly stepped forward and picked up the gray crown.

The already tattered jewels on it now looked even more dilapidated, which made William's heart ache, after all, it was said that wearing this crown could increase a person's wisdom.

William always wanted to try to see if this was true.

"This should be a very good alchemy product, but the damage it has taken is too great for you to restore now." The Duke looked at William, who was staring at the crown, and reminded him.

"In the whole of Europe, it is estimated that there are not a few alchemists who can repair it. You leave first, I want to study this soul, don't worry, I will hand over the final purified soul to you. ”

The Duke waved his hand and motioned for William to leave. Then he turned his head and looked at the soul with eager eyes.

It was as if I had seen some rare treasure.

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